He didn’t think so. At thirty years old, there had never been anyone who touched him as deeply as Noah.
“Thanks, man.” He knew it has probably been at least a minute since Noah had spoken to him, but he didn’t call Cooper on it.
Noah stretched, the corded muscles in his arms straining and tightening. His stomach tensed, showing off his six-pack beneath all that golden skin.
Lust shot through Cooper. His balls started to ache.
What. The. Fuck.
Still, he didn’t turn away. That had always been how he went about life—full speed ahead. He regretted running away from his parents, even though he’d only be a snot-nosed, nine-year-old kid. He didn’t want any other regrets in his life, so he took a second to visually get his fill. To try and make sense of what the hell these thoughts and desires meant.
Noah didn’t seem to notice. He ran a hand through his dark hair. Cooper admired the veins in his hands, and the dragon tattoo on his upper back, that he’d seen the first time Noah has been shirtless in front of him. He shifted his eyes to Noah’s face. To the curve of his lips, and how he’d made Cooper smile that night, and so many others.
And then he remembered the call with his uncle. How much he would disappoint him if he ever knew Cooper was eying Noah like this. And, why he hell was he? He was straight. He liked women. Always had.
Cooper pushed to his feet. He needed to get himself under control, and find a way to wipe these feelings away. “I think I’m about ready to go in.”
“Yeah, me too.” Noah stood as well. They left the chairs in the lawn, but Cooper picked up the cooler as Noah grabbed the plates.
After they put things away, they stood in Cooper’s kitchen. Silent. It wasn’t even dark yet, but still, Coop said, “I think I’m going to head to my room. I’m not feeling too hot.” Really, he needed to get his fucking head on straight.
“Yeah…me too. Maybe watch a movie or something.”
Cooper nodded and then went to walk away. Noah stopped him, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Don’t let it get to ya, man.”
Coop’s body flamed. The spot where their bodies met, a wildfire burned inside him, flaring out from there.
Nodding again, he pulled away because…Jesus, because…he didn’t want to. That meant he needed to back up, and get out of here. Now.
***
A hand shoved beneath Coop’s boxer-briefs…but that wasn’t right, was it? He always slept naked, and he was in his bed.
Any questions or thoughts were cut off when the hand wrapped tightly around his cock. And he was hard. He was already so fucking hard.
“Oh, God.” Cooper dropped his head back, as the hand started to stroke. Quick, strong pulls up and down his dick. Another hand touched his balls, adding the perfect amount of pressure, as it played with them. Those touches somehow traveled the length of his sensitive body. A low buzz of excitement gained strength inside him as the skilled, rough hand jerked him off.
It had only been about five seconds, but it was already the best fucking hand job he’d ever had.
A thumb brushed the tip, spread pre-come around, before stroking him again.
His body jerked as he was flipped to his stomach, a hard weight on his back. A masculine voice in his ear said, “I told you, I didn’t like it easy.”
Cooper thrashed, scrambling into a sitting position in his bed. The room was pitch black, silent except for his quick, panting breaths. Sweat dripped from him.
He’d dreamed about another man. About Noah. Holy shit.
Cooper ran a hand down his chest but it didn’t feel the same as Noah’s had. No, not Noah, just a dream. He didn’t stop until he reached the erection between his legs, trying to find some of the pleasure he’d just imagined.
He was hard as hell, with a picture of his best friend in his head. What the fuck was up with him?
His body tensed when he ran his finger over his head, and the hole there. Then he stroked. Stroked the same way he had a million times but different because this time he chased that feeling from the dream.
The dream of Noah.
It didn’t matter right now. Cooper needed some fucking relief. He squeezed his hand tighter around his cock, and jerked-off, thinking about another man. Thinking about Noah.
CHAPTER SIX
Noah loved his balls to be played with, even when it was himself doing the touching. He cupped them, rubbed, as his other lubed fist rapidly jerked up and down his cock. Each time he reached the head, he rubbed it with his thumb reveling in the feel of it rasping over the little hole there.
He was such an ass to be masturbating at the thought of his straight best friend, but that knowledge didn’t stop him from thrusting his hips as he jacked-off. From squeezing tighter and stroking faster, as his other hand teased his sac.